The subversives were just nosing into the harbor
when word reached us of the change
in your sunbathing tendencies, paramour.
My crew and I thanked the captain,
his demeanor conciliatory yet earth warming.
The ferry to your worship ignored the tide.
We walked the last kilometer in deference.
You lay with the glistening crowd expertly.
An offering was placed near your feet.
The wind kicked up a plethora of band-aids
that sand shuddered then stuck to my socks.